A letter to my unborn son

Your mom and I are currently in our 8th month with you, and are very anxious for your arrival. We have been working on getting a name for you that you will enjoy, and that can be said in English & Spanish. You know, just in case Mexico takes over the world, and because in a lesser extent it is part of your heritage… Anyways, for a long time I didn’t want to have kids. I always thought of myself as a solo act, and not much of a family man. Then I met your sister, Isabel, and she changed my mind. There is something exciting about being around someone who is amazed by everything. It gives me great hope, and happiness to be around Isabel full time. So in a way, I think you should thank your sister, no matter what your relationship is with her, for your being here. I know she is a handful at times, but I probably wouldn’t have had you at this time in my life without her being around.

I like to sit and wonder what you are going to become, how you are going to act. What you are going to accomplish, and I find myself overjoyed at the fact that you are around… Even if you still are inside your mom now.  I see you on the monitor, I feel you as you kick, I hear you on the heartbeat monitor. Every time with excitement, and amazement. I can’t wait to teach you how to ride your bike,  how to tie your shoes, to take you camping, or how to be a better man than I ever was. It feels weird saying that, but I want to be proud of who you are. I can’t wait to see you happy in life, and to follow your dreams.

With that said, I trust that no matter what happens within our family. I’ll always be here for you. I’ll always have an open ear, and an open mind. I know that you will probably be persuaded by your peers to do things that I don’t approve of, and I understand. I know that there are times in life where you make a mistake without knowing it is a mistake, and I hope to help you find a way to make it right. I’m not giving you permission to go completely crazy, but just know that I’ll stand by you any way I can. Even if we disagree. And that everyone always say’s at some point in their life, I wish I knew what I know now, when I was younger.  I can’t help but love you even if it is just the idea of you for now, but I wait for you with open arms. An open mind, and an open heart.

With Love,

Your Father

Eric D. Sawyer